Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 4

The car ride home lasted ages for Violet. Though exhausted, she didn't dare fall asleep out of fear. When they finally made it, Violet was filled with dread at the sight of Olaf's new residence. Its appearance was equally as frightening as the old home she remembered, and perhaps even more so. Its crumbling twisted form was silhouetted by the moon, which hid behind its one pointed spire. It looked like something straight out of a horror story.

The car stopped and Olaf turned around and looked straight at Violet.

"What do you think of your new home my sweet?" Violet was silent of course, but she managed to scrunch up her face and give him the evilest look he'd ever seen. He looked almost amused at her reaction, but his face went cold as he turned to Oswald.

"I want you to pull the car in while I make sure she doesn't see anything."

Olaf kept his eyes on Violet as he switched places with Oswald. Violet felt her stomach churn as Olaf took a seat beside her.

"Cover your eyes Orphan." Violent couldn't of course; her hands were tied.

"Oh right, well I'll do it for you." Olaf grabbed her and forced her face close to his chest.

"So that you don't see the way out." He explained as the car began to move. Violet felt herself getting sick, sick from fear an sick from the closeness of him.

Finally, to her extreme relief he let her go and she opened her eyes to find herself in a damp musty smelling room that appeared to be a basement.

Olaf yanked her out of the car and Violet was horrified to realize that her short nightgown had ridden up around her thighs during the car ride, but her hands were tied up and she couldn't move it down. She felt helpless as Olaf's gaze inched down her body and paused, but she was taken by surprised when he reached down and yanked her skirt back in place.

"Follow me." He commanded.

She followed him up a steep flight of stairs to the first floor of the house where Violet stopped and stared around in awe. The vastness of this room, with its high ceilings and once ornate bits of furniture, coupled with the massive spiraling staircase and floor length curtains, all echoed of the past. This place hand been grand once, now it was cold and decaying. The house filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread. She had never believed in ghosts but if they were real, she was quite sure this would be the place to find them.

"Come on I don't have all day." Olaf said harshly, motioning her to follow him up the staircase.

As she followed him up that stairs, Violet caught a glance of herself in a dusty cracked mirror; she nearly mistook herself for a ghost. Her face was pale and darkness rimmed her eyes. She needed sleep.

Violet continued to follow Olaf down a hallway where he finally stopped in front of one of the many doors. It had a large eye painted on it, almost identical to the sinister tattoo Olaf had on his ankle. It stared at her now as it had always done, and Violet began to feel all traces of hope and optimism slowly drift away.

Once Violet was in the room, Olaf locked the door and turned to look at her.

"You'll be staying here with me for safekeeping." He said in a cool casual voice. "Why don't you get some sleep?" "I don't mind sharing my bed." He added with a hint of amusement, giving her the wickedest smile she'd ever seen. Violet looked away in disgust, and chills began working there way up her spine. Her nipples hardened, a natural reaction to the shiver, and stood out in full view beneath the thin material of her nightgown. Violet had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life.

"Oh- god" She murmured, her words muffled by the duct tape.

"What was that you said?" Olaf leaned over, mocking her with his hand behind his ear. "Sorry orphan, you're going to have to speak up." He seemed very pleased with himself, yes he was injuring this quite thoroughly. Without warning, he grabbed the edge of the tape and ripped it from her mouth.

"Ow!' She exclaimed. Olaf reached out a spidery hand and touched her stinging lips.

"You think that hurts?" His dark eyes glittered as he reached into his waistcoat and pulled out a knife. Violets eyes grew in fear, and she shrinked from him, backing into the nearby wall. Now her only thought was for Klaus and Sunny, she couldn't let him kill her; she had to keep her promise. She had to live.

Just as she opened her mouth to beg for her life Olaf grabbed her by the shoulders and brought his face very close to hers.

"I'm not going to kill you." He said in a wheezy voice through clenched teeth. "Stupid orphan…. now, do you want your hands free or not?"

Violet breathed a sigh of relief before she could stop herself.

"Yes." She barely whispered.

"Turn around then."

She did, though she hated being so completely at his mercy. He clasped a firm hand around her small wrists and began to cut. Once she was free, Violet turned around to meet his gaze. His wore an expression she'd never seen on him before. He looked almost- hurt. This look soon diminished as he broke the awkward silence by asking her if she was hungry. She wasn't, and so he took his leave of her, saying he had "business to attend to".

Violet was glad to be left alone. She needed the time to plan a way to get out of here, but as she surveyed the room she was dismayed to find no easy way of escape. It was a large room. In the center stood an enormous canopy bed with on overhanging of dark tattered fabric. There was an old chair, a desk, a dusty mirror, and a couple of suitcases and chests. The windows were barred and boarded up.

The inventors' wheels in Violet's head refused to turn, and Violet found that all she really wanted to do was sleep. She walked apprehensively to the bed. It looked well slept in. An image of Olaf asleep with his dirty body mingled about the covered flashed through her head leaving her in a state of utter disgust.

Violet chose the floor instead, and curled up quickly giving in to exhaustion.

I think this chapter was pretty good :D Well for me anyway…Now, don't get to excited because I started the next chapter and its absolutely sucking. Maybe I'll rewrite it. What should happen next? I don't even know!